It was only yesterday,
That we’ve said goodbye
But I feel like it has been centuries
When a day past by without you
I still remember our last conversation
It ended in blue, with bitterness.
I wonder when tomorrow come
Will you be thinking of me?
I wonder who you will be with.
Who will be next to you to hold your hands?
Will you mean as much to that person
As much as you mean to me.
Will you ever know the sorrow inside of me?
That is tearing my heart apart.
Will you ever know how much you mean to me?
What is it like for me when I’m not with you?
I believe that when I’m with you,
All of my sorrow would disappear,
Every time when I’m feeling blue
Your voice and smile would bring me out.
It is hurt to know that you are crying
It is worst for me to see it,
I believe that every time you cry,
Your tears would tear my heart apart.
I believe that without you
All the stars in the sky would disappear
There would be no air for me to breath
Tomorrow would seem far away…
Author unknown
Angang
I am the wind
I am the wind that wavers,
You are the certain land;
I am the shadow that passes
Over the sand.
I am the leaf that quivers,
You--the unshaken tree;
You are the stars that are steadfast,
I am the sea.
You are the light eternal,
Like a torch I shall die...
You are the surge of deep music,
I--but a cry!
author Zoë Akins
Angang
Of Life And Death
The ports of death are sins ; of life, good deeds ;
Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.
How wilful blind is he, then, that would stray,
And hath it, in his powers, to make his way !
This world death's region is, the other life's ;
And here, it should be one of our first strifes,
So to front death, as men might judge us past it :
For good men but see death, the wicked taste it.
Author: Benjamin Jonson
Little Strong
Love is Like Magic
Love is like magic
and it always will be,
For love still remains
life's sweet mystery.
Love works in ways
that are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
that love cannot change!
Love can transform
the most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
and sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
and not with its mind.
Love is the answer
that everyone seeks...
Love is the language
that every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
it is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
is life's sweet mystery!
http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/jonson/daughter.htm
A Friend Is One of the Best Things in Life
http://www.cycnet.com.cn/englishcorner/poem/friend02.htm
-Poem by Susan Polis Schutz
I Love You So Much
http://www.cycnet.com.cn/englishcorner/poem/love05.htm
-Poem by Susan Polis Schutz
SWSW
i believe
i believe
It was only yesterday,
That we’ve said goodbye
But I feel like it has been centuries
When a day past by without you
I still remember our last conversation
It ended in blue, with bitterness.
I wonder when tomorrow come
Will you be thinking of me?
I wonder who you will be with.
Who will be next to you to hold your hands?
Will you mean as much to that person
As much as you mean to me.
Will you ever know the sorrow inside of me?
That is tearing my heart apart.
Will you ever know how much you mean to me?
What is it like for me when I’m not with you?
I believe that when I’m with you,
All of my sorrow would disappear,
Every time when I’m feeling blue
Your voice and smile would bring me out.
It is hurt to know that you are crying
It is worst for me to see it,
I believe that every time you cry,
Your tears would tear my heart apart.
I believe that without you
All the stars in the sky would disappear
There would be no air for me to breath
Tomorrow would seem far away…
Author unknown
Angang
I am the wind
I am the wind that wavers,
You are the certain land;
I am the shadow that passes
Over the sand.
I am the leaf that quivers,
You--the unshaken tree;
You are the stars that are steadfast,
I am the sea.
You are the light eternal,
Like a torch I shall die...
You are the surge of deep music,
I--but a cry!
author Zoë Akins
Angang
Of Life And Death
The ports of death are sins ; of life, good deeds ;
Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.
How wilful blind is he, then, that would stray,
And hath it, in his powers, to make his way !
This world death's region is, the other life's ;
And here, it should be one of our first strifes,
So to front death, as men might judge us past it :
For good men but see death, the wicked taste it.
Author: Benjamin Jonson
Little Strong
Love is Like Magic
Love is like magic
and it always will be,
For love still remains
life's sweet mystery.
Love works in ways
that are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
that love cannot change!
Love can transform
the most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
and sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
and not with its mind.
Love is the answer
that everyone seeks...
Love is the language
that every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
it is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
is life's sweet mystery!
http://www.cycnet.com.cn/englishcorner/poem/028.htm
Author Unknown
By Cedric-SuperX
My Life
after Henri MichauxJoe Wenderoth
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/079.htmlBy angus